Never before At The Beauty of Spring Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio

Never before, at the beauty of spring;
Have I noticed the scent, of so many things
Of maple and cherry, and roses of red;
And the lingering stench, of the wandering dead

No further than nature, I wander to breathe;
The fluttering scent, of flowers and weeds
The quickening scent, of upgrading pines;
Refreshingly green, from the changing in times

'Camouflaged by grief and dissembled in sorrow; the advent of spring, in the rise of tomorrow
Shall weather its beauty and relish its pain; wandering forth in golden rain'

I heed to the singing, of birds in the sky;
Roused by the sprouting, of life that revives
I cherish this season, not lasting for long;
Where the sounding of conflict, is blended song

I heed to the crackle, of opening sprouts;
At the beauty of springtime, where flowers arise
I rest among grass, that is emerald green;
Tranquil with a healthy, abundance of spleen

'Camouflaged by grief and dissembled in sorrow; the advent of spring, in the rise of tomorrow
Shall weather its beauty and relish its pain; wandering forth in golden rain'